June
2, 1999. Wednesday
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It's been a while since I've actually gotten to write. Busy weekend and
all that. I went home and had a sort of typical Friday night in PA. Bowling.
How fun. It sucked. Only cos I was horrible. But it was something to do.
Sometimes I wonder if I invest too much of my ego in being good at sports,
even fake sports like bowling. Maybe it's just my fear of failure, which I
usually get over by not trying anything, but occasionally it's necessary to
to get out there, and when I do, I want to be the best. Even if I haven't
really spent any time on it. Well, enough about bowling. Not a big deal.
I got an email from Berry also on Friday. that was a surprise. Although I was beginning to wonder about the phone bill. She already figured out how much I owe Should I wask to see the bill? Should I also tell her that, while you pay for last month's long distance calls, you pay for the upcoming month's phone service, so i should only have to pay long distance? I asked geoff, and he said only if I wanted to burn the final bridge. You know what? I think I do. It's been insanely hot this weekend. When I left Pennsylvania on Sunday it was 90 degrees. And I still hadn't bought a graduation present for Rodzilla I'm stil thinking on it, but I don't want to give anything away. Secrets are important (but it's French!) (and in black and white!) But graduation is tomorrow, so it can wait. ~~~~~ Okay, this is actually Mimi and Greg asked if i would like to try to write his journal while he's down in Lexington and away from easy internet access and the excessive time required to actually keep your journal up-to-date. Unfortunately, he asked at a time where not only have i been insanely busy, but he's been so out of touch that i don't even really know what's up. And considering that this is someone from whom i usually recieve at least three e-mails a day, it's probably a good thing i've been busy or i would have been sending horrendous WHAT ARE YOU DOING? e-mails, but this is not the case. Instead i've been attempting to write his journal for him. Not particularly well, but Greg has an ability to write very long and funny things about the mundane events of life and make them interesting. And i can't really do that. So he's going to journalism school and i'm not. SO THERE! i think i'm a big fat failure at this, but it was a fun idea. i wish i could do better parodies of people. But i've missed Greg. i keep getting e-mails from other people and i think, i should ask Greg about this before i write back or whatever, but he's not been around. He's been off enjoying life, which is likely what all of this summer will be like. Damnit. So, Greg's off, but he'll be back in a couple of days. And in the meanwhile, why not read me? And honestly, if you can think of a reason, i'd rather not hear it. Greg'll be back soon... |
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